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They were fighting now, growling and I could see their claws appearing and disappearing… they were that angry, they wouldn’t be able to control it and they could shift. This was just outside the club and the club security would be here any moment, Italy might be okay with wolves prowling about but I’m not so sure about Los Angeles, California. “Stop!” I screamed, but none of them seemed to hear me, both of them too far gone in their anger to even hear me. I was hysterical now… I didn’t know what to do… Mind to mind, could I speak to them…? No I was only connected to Arian, I was shaking, then I steeled myself and zeroed my gaze in on Nathan, I thought of a really loud screeching sound. Marth

I clench my fist and scowl, picturing me punching the abuser in the face. "Sister, forgive mother and father for their command, will you? They had no choice." "Yes, yes," I say as I am laying flat on the bed with my chest down. "Do I look like someone who holds eternal hatred? Holding grudges is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. I do not partake in such an action." Sighing, I attempt to sit up. Although it still hurts a bit, the pain is something I can handle.

’ “As expected of you, Sir York!” Stefan raised his thumb, excited. “I’ve always hated those bastards in the Adenar Temple!A shame I couldn’t see Stinger kneeling! My training would’ve improved if that was the case!” Stefan’s eyes glimmered with joy. Anyone could tell he had a grudge against Stinger, maybe even the entirety of the Adenar Temple. If that wasn’t the case, he wouldn’t have been this angry. “You have that big of a grudge against them?”

The son of a bi*ch bit me in retort. My face crumpled into a foul countenance and I felt helpless in the clutches of this profane brute. Keep calm and hold in your grudges Zylith. This too shall pass. It might pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass. To be Continued........

“I found you, my dear friend. I'll never forgive myself for not finding you in time. But know this… Every breath, heartbeat, and milestone I make, you'll remain close in my heart with me every step of the way.” Wrath consumes me. Fury bleeds across my face. Grief strangles my heart. Vengeance burns deep within my soul, setting it ablaze. All I can ask myself is why? Why him? Why has God allowed another good and gentle soul to be ripped from the face of the earth by some cruel animal out for blood, playing the Grim Reaper? Stuart didn’t deserve to die like this. He was everything I could never be: kind, generous, compassionate… And someone wearing his face took that from me. He ripped my chos

“Alpha, are you missing a zero?” “There is no mistake,” I replied coldly. “Next.” Jake stepped up. He tore open his envelope and just stared. “Negative forty-five dollars?” he said in disbelief. “You’re telling me I owe the pack money?” “You were fined fifty dollars for insubordination. After deductions, that is the total.” “This is bullshit!” Jake slammed his hand on the table. “I worked all year!” “You also complained all year,” I said, my eyes fixed on him. “Next.”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

“Like that St. Louis thing.” A cold chill hits me. “That’s the thing. That’s the ultimate X-factor in this whole game. The guy holds a blood grudge, that’s for sure. I mean, he’s all pissed off at his old man for years and years, and he explicitly plans out an entire operation to murder him. He drives all the way down to St. Louis during his college finals week, stabs his dad straight in the gut, pushes him into a swimming pool to drown, then drives right back here to Chicago and takes his final exam the very next morning like nothing happened.”

His deep-seated rage and the painful past he had kept buried in his heart for so long began to break free. Matthew raised his face. His eyes were red, tears and rain dripping from his chin. The expression on his face suddenly shifted from intense grief; it turned into pure wrath, anger, and hatred as he stared at the marble grave. Matthew abruptly stood up. His eyes glared with intense fury and loss of control. In the middle of the heavy downpour, he raised his foot and forcefully kicked Gabriel's grave! "You bastard!" Matthew screamed in rage, kicking his brother's marble tombstone again and again. Every kick of his shoe against the grave was driven by fierce hostility and bitterness.

“Your parents made many mistakes when you were a child, but after all these years, at least they’ve treated you well. You should be more generous. In the werewolf family, forgiveness is sometimes expected.” The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Isabella glared at him with fiery eyes. “Nathan, I’m no Saint Maria. In fact, I’m someone who holds grudges—especially grudges. I’ll never forgive them in this life, and even if I were reborn, I still wouldn’t forgive them. In the werewolf world, grudges can be long - lasting.” Nathan’s handsome face turned pale, and he couldn’t stop a shiver running do